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LILL FINDS SANTA CLAUS HOEING HIS CROP OF SOLDIERS, 

(2) 



CLOUD ISLANDS 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND, 
FEATHER ISLAND, 
CANDY ISLAND. 



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('Ol'YKIGHT, l8oO 

By W. B, Smith and Co., New Yokk. 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


I. 

SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 

Edith had been playing with her dolls one 
cold December morning, and Lill had been read- 
ing until both were tired. But it stormed too 
hard to go out, and, as Mrs, Penrose had said 
that they need not do any work for two hours, 
their little jaws might have been dislocated by 
yawning before they would even pick up a pin. 
Presently Lill said, Edith, shall I tell you a 
story? ” 

Oh yes, do ! ” said Edith, climbing up by Lill 
in the large rocking-chair in front of the grate. 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


She kept very still, for she knew that Lill’s stones 
were not to be interrupted by a sound or even a 
motion. The first thing Lill did was to fix her 
eyes on the fire, and rock backward and forward 
quite hard for a little while, and then she said, 
“ Now I am going to tell you about my thought 
travels^ and they are apt to be a little queerer, 
but O ! ever so much nicer, than the other kind ! ” 
As Lill’s stories usually had the introductory 
formula “ Once upon a Time,” it was easy enough 
to begin. But it was very much as you have 
found it when you have been away from home 
and have written your letter as far as “ Dear 
Mother,” then there comes a little pause while 
you think how you shall go on. After the pause 
Lill went on in this way : “ I was taking a walk 
through the great field beyond the orchard. I 
went on and on, round where the path turns and 
leads up that hill which stretches up to the Cloud 
Islands. It was a steep path, but the air was so 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


7 


fresh and clear that I didn’t mind that, and was 
not a bit tired when I reached the top and came 
to a high wall — built right up into the sky! At 
first I thought I had discovered the ‘ Ends of the 
Earth,’ or perhaps I had somehow come to the 
great wall of China. But after walking a long 
way I came to a large gate over which was 
printed, in beautiful golden letters, ‘ Santa Claus 
Island,' and the letters were large enough for a 
baby to read.” 

How large that might be Lill did not stop to 
explain. 

“ But the gate was shut tight,” she continued, 
“ and though I knocked and knocked and knocked 
as hard as I could, nobody came to open it. I 
was dreadfully disappointed, as you may imagine, 
because I felt sure that Santa Claus must live 
here, and would certainly be at home any time 
during the year except when he went to pay 
Christmas visits. It would be just lovely to see 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


him in his own home, you know. But what was 
I to do? The gate was entirely too high to 
climb over, and there was not even a crack to 
peek through ! ” 

Here Lill stopped, as if she felt obliged to give 
it up in despair. Edith drew a long breath look- 
ing greatly disappointed. Lill seeing that went 
on : 

“ But, you see, as I was poking about, I 
pressed a bell-spring, and before you could say 
Jack Robinson — ^jingle, jingle, jingle, the bells went 
ringing far and near with such a merry sound 
as was never heard before. While they were 
still ringing the gate slowly opened and I walked 
right in. T didn’t even stop to inquire if Santa 
Claus was at home, for I forgot all about myself 
and my manners, it was so perfectly lovely. First 
there was a paved square like a court ; it was 
surrounded by rows and rows of dark green trees, 
with avenues opening between them. In the 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


9 


centre of the court was a beautiful marble foun- 
tain, with streams of sugar-plums and bon-bons 
tumbling out of it. Funny looking little men 
were filling cornucopias at the fountain, and 
pretty little barefoot children, with chubby hands 
and dimpled shoulders, took them as soon as they 
were filled, and ran off with them. They were 
all too much occupied to speak to me, but as I 
reached the fountain one of the funny little fel- 
lows gave me a cornucopia, and I marched on 
with the babies. We went down one of the 
avenues which was splendidly lighted up by 
Christmas candles. I saw that the babies were 
slily eating a candy or two, so I tasted mine, and 
they were delicious ■ — the real Christmas kind ! 
After we went a little way the trees were smaller 
and did not grow "so close together, and here 
there were other funny little fellows who were 
climbing up ladders and tying toys and bon-bons 
to the trees. The children stopped and delivered 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


their packages, and the funniest part of it was 
that after the candies were fastened on, they tied 
themselves to the trees. After putting down my 
cornucopia, I walked on, for there was something 
in the distance that I wanted to look at. I 
could see that it was a large garden that had 
many things growing in it in very neat order. 
But even at a distance it did not look natural, 
and when I reached it I found it a very uncom- 
mon kind of a garden indeed. I could scarcely 
believe my eyes, but there were dolls and don- 
keys, and drays, and cars, and croquet, and — 
logomachy coming up in long straight rows like 
peas or potatoes. In one place the wooden dolls 
had only just started ; their funny little heads 
were just above ground, and I thought they 
looked very much surprised at their surroundings. 
Farther on there were china dolls, that looked 
quite grown up, and I suppose were ready to 
pull. Just beyond them a gardener was hoeing a 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


II 


row of soldiers that didn’t look in a very healthy 
condition, nor as if they had done very well. The 
gardener looked familiar, as if he were somebody 
that I had known a great while ago, but for a 
moment I did not recognize him. As I ap- 
proached he stopped his work, and leaning on his 
hoe he said, ‘ How do you do, Lilian ? I am 
very glad to see you.’ 

The moment he raised his face I knew it 
was Santa Claus, for he looked exactly like the 
portrait we have of him. You can easily believe 
I was glad then. I ran and put both of my 
hands in his, fairly shouting, I was so glad to 
find him. 

He laughed and said, ‘Why, I generally am 
to be found here or hereabouts, for I work in 
the grounds every day.’ 

“ I laughed too, because his laugh sounded so 
funny, like the brook going over the stones, or 
the wind up in the trees. Two or three times 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


when I thought he had done he would burst out 
again laughing the vowels in this way : ‘ Ha, ha, 
ha, ha! He, he, he, he, he! Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi! 
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho-o-oo ! Then again H-a-a-a ! 
H-e-e-e-e! H-i-i-i-i ! Ho— o— o-O!!”’ 

Edith almost went into fits of laughter as the 
last O ! was rolled out, and she could quite be- 
lieve Lill when she continued, “ It grew to be 
so funny that I could not stand, but fell over 
into one of the little chairs which were growing 
in a bed just beyond the soldiers. 

“ When Santa Claus saw that, he stopped sud- 
denly, saying, 

“ ‘ There, that will do. I take a hearty laugh 
every day for the sake of digestion.’ 

“ Then he added, in a whisper, ‘ That’s the 
reason I live so long and don’t grow old. I’ve 
been the same age ever since the chroniclers be- 
gan to take notes, and those who are best able 
to judge think I’ll continue of the same age for 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


13 


one thousand eight hundred and eighty years 
longer, or about that time — they probably took 
a new observation yesterday, and that’s the way 
they know.’ 

“I was greatly delighted to hear this, for I 
had sometimes thought what a dreadful thing it 
would be if sometime we should all be summoned 
to attend Santa Claus’ funeral. How all the little 
boys and girls in the land would cry till there 
wouldn’t be a dry pocket-handkerchief anywhere. 
But some of the grown-up people, maybe, would 
laugh in their sleeves. I guess there are some of 
them just mean enough to do so. However, as I 
was saying, I was delighted to learn that he was 
to live so long, and when I told him so he nodded 
and said it was ‘all right,’ and then asked if I’d 
like to see the place. I said I would. So he 
threw down the hoe with a sigh, saying, ‘ I don’t 
believe I shall have more than half a crop of sol- 
diers this season. They came up well, but their 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


arms and legs seem to be weak. When I get to 
town, I’ll have to send out some girls with glue- 
pots, to stick them fast.’ 

“ They seemed to have odd ideas of gardening 
at the island, for a man who was working in a 
neglected corner where there was nothing but 
broken toys, was singing, in a very loud voice, 

“ ‘ Mary, Mary, quite contrary. 

How does your garden grow? 

Pull up your seeds and sow your weeds, 

And that’s the way you’ll know.’ 

“‘Never mind him, he’s mad,’ said Santa 
Claus. 

“ The town toward which we now started was 
at some distance, and our path took us by flower- 
beds, where some exquisite little toys were grow- 
ing, and a hot-bed where new varieties were being 
^xo^— propagated. Pretty soon we came to a plan- 
tation of young trees, with rattles and rubber 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND, 


5 


balls and ivory rings growing on the branches, 
and as we went past they rattled and rang and 
bounded about in the merriest sort of a way. 

‘‘ ‘ There’s a nice growth, said Santa Claus, as 
pleased as could be. 

“It was a nice growth ior babies ; but just be- 
yond I saw something so perfectly splendid that 
I didn’t care about the plantation. 

“ Well,” continued Lill, impressively, seeing 
that Edith was sufficiently expectant, “ it was a 
lovely grove. The trees were large, with long 
droo'ping branches, and the branches were just 
loaded with dolls’ clothes. There were elegant 
silk dresses, with lovely sashes of every color — ” 

Just here Edith couldn’t help saying “O my!” 
for she had a weakness for sashes. Lill looked 
stern, and putting a warning hand over her mouth 
went on. 

“ There was everything that the most fashion- 
able doll could want, growing in the greatest pro- 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


fusion. Some of the clothes had fallen, and queer- 
looking little girls were picking them up and 
packing them in trunks and boxes. 

“ ‘ These are all ripe,’ said Santa Claus, stop- 
ping to shake a tree, when the clothes came tum- 
bling down so fast that the workers were busier 
than ever. The grove was on a hill, so that we 
had a beautiful view of the country. First there 
was a park filled with reindeer, then there was a 
farm-yard full of animals of all sorts, and beyond 
that was the town. 

“ Our path led through the park, and we 
stopped to call ‘Prancer’ and ‘Dancer’ and 
‘Bonder’ and ‘ Blitzen,’ and Santa Claus fed them 
with lumps of sugar which he took from his 
pocket. He said that ‘ Comet ’ and ‘ Cupid ’ 
didn’t like sugar, though he himself couldn't un- 
derstand why it was. Neither could he tell why 
it was that ‘ Dasher ’ and ‘ Vixen ’ were only to 
be seen once a year. ‘ But,’ he added, good-na- 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


17 

turedly, ‘it makes no difference, for I never allow 
anything to worry me.’ 

“ We didn’t stop at the farm-yard, but looking 
over the fence I could see that the horses, cows, 
pigs, chickens, turkeys, and ducks looked, as 

farmer Jones used to say, ‘ fust rate.’ 

“ When we reached the town I found that 

most of the houses were Swiss cottages, but there 
were some beautiful churches and elegant public 
buildings, all made of building blocks. We passed 
a long depot just as a locomotive was smashing up. 

“ Santa Claus’ house stood in the middle of 
the town. It was an old-fashioned looking house, 
very broad and low, and had an enormous chim- 
ney. There was a wide step in front of the door 

shaded by a fig-tree and grape-vines. There were 

morning-glories and scarlet-beans climbing by the 
side of the latticed windows ; and there were great 
round rose-bushes with great round red roses, on 
either side of the walk leading to the door.” 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


I? 

“O! It must have smelled like a party,’* said 
Edith, and then subsided as she remembered she 
was interrupting. 

“ Inside the house was just cozy and comforta- 
ble ; a real grandfatherly sort of place. A big arm- 
chair was drawn up in front of the window, and a 
big book was open on a table in front of the chair. 
A great pack, half made up, was on the floor, and 
Santa Claus added a few things from his pocket. 
Then he went to the kitchen and brought me a 
lunch of milk, strawberries and cookies, for he said 
I must be tired after my long walk. 

“ I wasn’t tired a bit, but I said nothing about 
that, and ate the luncheon. After I had finished, 
he said that I might go with him to the ob- 
servatory, if I liked. But just as we were start- 
ing, a very large man came to the door trundling 
a very small wheel-barrow full of boxes of dishes. 
The boxes of dishes were put in the pack, and 
then Santa Claus said slowly, ‘ Let me see 1 ’ 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


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He laid his finger beside his nose as he said 
it, and looked at me attentively, as if I were a 
sum in addition, and he were adding me up. I 
guess I must have come out right, for he looked 
satisfied, and said, ‘ I’d better go to the mine 
first, and then join him in the observatory.’ Now, 
as I was his visitor. I’m afraid he was not exactly 
polite not to go with me himself,” said Lill, 
thinking of all she had heard of the duties of a 
host. But,” she added, as I was making 
quite a stay, it wasn’t rude after all.” It seemed 
quite a relief to her to dispose of this point of 
etiquette and she went on cheerfully. So I 
followed the man with the wheel-barrow, and we 
soon came to what looked like the entrance to 
a cave, but I suppose it was a mine. I went 
inside with my guide without stopping to look at 
the boxes and piles of dishes outside. Here I 
saw funny little people, busily at work with picks 
and shovels, taking out wooden dishes from the 


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bottom of the cave, and china and glass from the 
top and sides, for they were hanging down just 
like stalactites in Mammoth Cave.” 

Here Lill opened a book she had been read- 
ing, and showed Edith a picture of the stalactites. 

“ It was so curious and so pretty that I should 
have remained longer,” she said, “only that I re- 
membered the observatory and Santa Claus. 

“ When I went outside, I heard his voice call- 
ing out ‘ Lilian ! Lilian ! ’ It sounded a great 
way off, and yet somehow it seemed to fill the air 
just as the wind does. I only had to look for 
a moment, for near-by was a high tower. I 
wonder that I did not see it before ; but in these 
queer countries you are sure to see something 
new every time you look about. Santa Claus was 
standing at a window near the top, and I ran to 
the entrance and commenced climbing the stairs. 
It was such a long journey up those stairs, that I 
was quite out of breath when I reached the top.” 


SANTA CL A C/S ISLAND. 


2 


‘‘ Why didn’t you have the golden slippers to 
climb those golden stairs?” inquired Edith sol- 
emnly. 

Lill acknowledged that it was a mistake to go 
without them, and that she would never attempt 
it again. “ But once in the observatory,” she 
continued, “ I found such a cozy, luxurious little 
room, full of stuffed chairs and lounges, bird-cages 
and flowers in the windows, and pictures on the 
walls, that it was delightful to rest. There was a 
lady sitting by a golden desk writing in a large 
book, and Santa Claus was looking through a 
large telescope. Every once in a while he would 
leave the telescope and go to a speaking-tube 
which was near-by. Presently he said to the 
lady, ^ Put down a good mark for Sarah Kyle. 
I see she is trying to conquer her quick tem- 
per.’ 

“ ‘ Two bad ones for Isaac Clappertongue ; he’ll 
drive his mother mad yet : 


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‘ Bad ones all around for the Crosby children 
— they quarrel too much : 

“ Good ones for Harry and Alice Pleasance ; 
they are quick to mind.’ 

“ ‘ And give Ruth Olive ten, for she is a peace- 
maker.’ ” 

Just then he happened to look at me and 
saw that I was rested, so he politely asked what 
I thought of the country, in order to entertain 
me, you know. I said it was magnificent, and I 
was glad I could tell the truth about it, for if 
it had been ever so ugly it wouldn’t have been 
quite proper for me to have said so. He said 
he was sorry that I didn’t stop in the green- 
house, where he had wax dolls and other delicate 
things growing. I told him that I was very sorry 
about that, and then said that I thought he 
must be very happy to own so many delightful 
things. 

‘‘‘Of course I’m happy,’ said Santa Claus, and 


SANTA CLA US ISLAND. 


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then he sighed. ‘ It’s an awful responsibility to 
reward so many children according to their de- 
serts. You see, I take these observations every 
day, and I know who is good and who is bad.’ 

“ I was glad he told me about this ; and now, 
if he would only tell me what time of day he took 
the observations, I would have obtained really val- 
uable information. So I stood up, and making 
my best courtesy, said, ‘ Please, sir, would you tell 
me at what time of day you usually look ? ’ 

“‘O,’ he answered carelessly, ‘any time from 
seven in the morning till ten at night. I’m not a 
bit particular about time. For one thing, I often 
go without my own meals in order to make a 
record of table manners. For instance : yesterday I 
saw you eat peas with your knife, and that’s very 
unmannerly, especially for a girl of fourteen.* 

“ ‘ O, I didn’t know j/ou were looking,* I 
said, very much ashamed, ‘ and I’ll never do it 
again,’ I promised. 


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“ But I couldn’t help asking him how he ' 
rewarded children according to their deserts when 
I knew some who were very bad got the nicest 
presents. 

“He looked very grave about it — very nearly 
angry I thought, and shook his head hard. He 
said that he would not try to give me the reasons, 
for I wouldn’t understand them. But though he 
was obliged to give very nice things to very bad 
children, he dipped all the gifts in discontent 
first, so that they never took any comfort with 
them. 

“‘And the good children?’ said I. 

“ ‘ O ! the good children,’ he answered, ‘ I have 
hard work to find them, for they are usually hid- 
den between the covers of books, and they — But 
never mind. Here, look through the telescope.’ 

“ I looked at once, because, for some reason or 
another, Santa Claus seemed offended. 

“ What do you suppose I saw when I looked, 


SANTA CLAUS ISLAND. 


25 


but right down into our own house ! There was 
mother, very busy and very tired, and all of the 
children teasing. It was queer, for I was there 
too, and the bad-est of any. As I looked I saw 
myself run away to a quiet corner with a book, 
and in a few moments mother had to leave her 
work and call, ‘ Lilian ! Lilian ! it’s time for you 
to practice.’ 

‘‘I heard so very plain that I answered, ‘Yes, 
mother, I’ll come right away.’ 

“ While I was saying this Santa Claus whistled 
for Comet and Cupid, and they came tearing up 
the tower. He put me in a tiny sleigh, and away 
we went over great snow-banks of clouds, and be- 
fore I had time to think I was landed in the 
rocking-chair, and mother was calling ‘Lilian, 
Lilian, it’s time for you to practice,’ just as she 
is doing now, and I must go.” 

So Lill answered, “Yes, mother,” and ran to 
the piano. 


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Edith sank back in the chair to think. She 
wished Lill had found out how many black marks 
she had, and whether that lady was Mrs. Santa 
Claus — and had in fact obtained more accurate in- 
formation about many things. 

But when she asked about them afterwards, 
Lill said she didn’t know, for the next time she 
travelled in that direction she found Santa Claus 
Island had moved. 




IN THE CLOUD ISLANDS, 

(27) 





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FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 

The swallow was a part of the picture which 
decorated a pretty china cup that was among 
Edith’s Christmas presents. Lill had painted the 
picture herself and thought it was a good thing, 
while Edith declared it was “ perfectly splendid.’' 

I must admit that the children were not the 
very best of art critics, and I suspect that the 
drawing was faulty and the coloring not correct, 
but after all they were the persons to be pleased, 
so it answered very well. 

Lill’s mother had written under it the words 
“ Only a Swallow,” and had sent it, with some 
china of her own decorating, to the pottery at 
Trenton to be ‘‘ fired it was, therefore, mellow- 
tinted and also had the requisite washable quali- 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


ties. I have called it a cup, but it was mug- 
shaped, as large at the bottom as at the top, thus 
presenting a convenient surface for the picture ; 
besides, there was less danger of fearful accidents 
from upsetting. In the first place Lill had tinted 
it a delicate sea-shell pink without ; it was creamy- 
white within, and the edge was bound with a 
broad band of gold, while delicate lines in black 
and gold outlined the oval of the picture. 

Edith had admired it again and again, but it 
was not till one winter’s afternoon, when it was 
quite too stormy for their usual walk, that she 
thought to ask Lill what the little girl’s name 
was. 

The little girl (of course I mean the girl in the 
picture) stood in the wide door of an old barn, 
shielding her eyes from the sunlight, while she 
looked up at the swallow darting through the air 
toward the fleecy white clouds which flecked the 
pale blue sky. 


FEA THER ISLAND AND CAND Y ISLAND, 3 1 

Now, it happened that Lill always knew what 
was behind her pictures, and was always ready to 
tell Edith the histories of the people she looked at, 
so she answered this time, slowly at first, as if she 
were trying to recall something, “Why her name 
— her name is Christine. Yes, Christine. But they 
call her Birdie,” she added decidedly. 

Edith said “ oh,” and looked up very inquir- 
ingly. 

“Yes,V continued Lill, “that’s what they usu- 
ally call her, and I’ll tell you why. You see her, 
standing there in that barn door ? The big door 
where they drive in with the loads of hay, you 
know. There is a pile of hay on the floor that has 
been thrown down from the mow on one’ side, 
and on the other side are the sheaves of wheat ; 
you can see their heads hanging down like the 
ears of a Newfoundland dog. And then, way up 
where you can’t see them in the picture, are the 
rafters. We know they are there, because a barn 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


has to have rafters, and where there are rafters 
there are swallows, of course.” 

Lill’s knowledge of ornithology was accurate as 
far as it went, and had been gathered from obser- 
vation, but, like more pretentious naturalists, per- 
haps she erred in drawing a conclusion from too 
limited opportunities of observing. 

‘‘ The swallows’ nests — but let’s call them their 
houses,” said Lill. 

‘‘Yes, let us,” assented Edith. 

“ Well then, as I was saying, the swallows’ 
houses are built of straw and mud, and are lined 
with grasses and feathers. I have often thought 
that there must be queer housekeeping up among 
the rafters. But if any one suppose that they stay 
at home much of the time they are greatly mis- 
taken. The fact is, as they can travel a mile a 
minute and have all the world to live in — home is 
only just a hanging-on place. They are the most 
untiring of travellers, and can see more sights 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 33 

in a summer than our Bayard Taylor did in a life- 
time. 

“ Well, as little Christine was looking out of the 
door, she saw a swallow dart from under the eaves 
and sail away through the blue sky up and up, and 
on and on, until it was lost in the distance.” 

‘ I wonder where it could be going,’ she said. 
‘ If it keeps right on it will soon come to the 
pretty feathery white clouds.’ Then she sat 
down on the pile of hay, and clasped her hands 
above her head, while she went on wondering 
whether the swallow would reach the clouds. 

“ She looked straight up at the rafters, and 
pretty soon she saw a steel blue head protruding 
from one of the nests. It was just such a swallow 
as she had seen fly away. The bird looked at her 
attentively for a few moments, and then turned 
one beady black eye toward her and winked. 

‘ What did you do that for?’ said Christine. 

“ ‘I wanted to tell you that he did go to the 


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CLOUD ISLANDS. 


Cloud Islands. He went to get feathers,’ the 
bird replied in a small piping voice. ‘ Wouldn’t 
you like to go too ? ” the piping voice continued. 

“ ‘Yes, I would,’ answered Christine. 

“ ‘ All right,’ was the reply. ‘ It takes more 
than one swallow to make a summer, so you 
might as well go with the rest. I’ll lend 5^ou my 
wings, but mind you bring back some feathers.’ 

“ Christine promised, and found that the wings, 
which the swallow threw down, fitted exactly. So 
she put them on and flew away just as any other 
swallow might have done. Over the farm-house 
she flew, and over the village looking down on the 
steeple of the church which had always seemed so 
far above her before. On and on she went, and 
up and up, till she could no longer see the mead- 
'ows, and only the tops of the trees on the tallest 
mountains. 

“‘What if I should get lost?’ she thought, 
‘ and never find my way back.’ 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 35 

“ But she had no time to let the thought 
trouble her, for just then she reached the first of 
the Cloud Islands, and was quite ready to stop 
and rest.*’ 

Here Lill stopped suddenly, and asked Edith 
what she supposed the island was made of. 

Edith tried to guess. She thought perhaps it 
was snow, or it might be only fog. 

Lill laughed and said, “ Oh no, Christine did 
not turn into a swallow to visit any such com- 
monplace cloud-land that anybody might learn 
about in a geography. 

“No, indeed! The island which she discovered 
was made of feathers, white and gray. It was 
shaped like a broad shallow sea-shell with curved 
edges. The back was of tiniest birds’ wings, and 
the border trimmed with a fringe of ostrich 
plumes as white as pearls. Inside were heaps of 
eider-down, that stirred in a curiously restless 
way. 


3 ^ 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


wonder what makes them do so,’ said 
Christine as she stopped on one of the feather 
piles to rest. 

“ A faint cry startled her, but as she looked 
around she could discover nothing, and had just 
decided that she must have been mistaken and 
had really not heard the cry, when a voice at a 
little distance called out, ‘ You are sitting down 
on the babies. You’ll smother them!’ 

“‘The babies!’ exclaimed Christine, jumping 
up and looking in consternation at a little old 
woman who had just arrived in a great hurry rid- 
ing a broomstick. She was a queer-looking little 
old woman ; she had on a mob-cap, a little shawl 
pinned tight about her shoulders, and a short pet- 
ticoat. 

“‘Yes, the star babies!’ she explained breath- 
lessly, as she pulled Christine about and looked 
under the eider-down to see that nobody was 
hurt. ‘They are taking their afternoon nap, be- 


FEA THER ISLAND AND CAND V ISLAND. 3 / 

cause they have to be awake all night, and they 
need it.' 

“ Christine said she should think so, and then 
she added coaxingly, ‘ Can’t I just have a peep 
at one of them ? ’ 

“ ‘ It’s against the rules,’ said the old woman 
sternly. 

“ ‘ If you will let me I’ll bring you a nickel 
next time I come,’ pleaded Christine. 

“ The old woman didn’t believe she had a 
nickel, but Christine declared she had, for she 
had put it in a box with her hair-ribbons that 
very morning. 

“ ‘ Why didn’t you bring it, then,’ said the old 
woman suspiciously. 

“ Christine replied that she did not know that 
she was coming. It was all on account of the 
swallow who had lent her the wings, but the next 
time she would go and get her money before she 
started. 


38 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


“ While she was making this explanation the 
little old woman felt of the swallow’s wings and 
said contemptuously, ‘ They won’t last till you 
get home.’ 

‘“Oh, I hope so!’ Christine exclaimed. 

“ ‘ You take my word for it, they won’t,’ in- 
sisted the little old woman. ‘ But it won’t make 
any difference, for everybody has to fall out of 
the Cloud Islands anyway. You won’t care for 
that, however, if you can only see Bright and 
Sparkle. And I may as well wake them, as they 
are always ready for a frolic. But see that you 
don’t frighten them.’ 

“ She then pushed aside a heap of the eider- 
down, and there were two of the tiniest babies 
imaginable cuddled up close together. She gave 
them each a slight shake and turning to Christine 
she said, ‘I suppose you want to see them lighted 
up.’ 

“ Christine could not think what in the world 


jFEA THER island and CAND Y island. 39 

the funny old woman meant, but she courtesied 
politely and replied, ‘ Yes, that was just what she 
did want.’ 

“ The next thing that the old woman did was 
to strike a match on the sole of her shoe. Then 
she turned a screw in Bright’s head and lit her 
eye, and then she did the same thing for Sparkle, 
for each of the babies had but one eye. 

Christine }iad to hide her face in her hands, 
for their eyes were so very bright — brighter than 
Mr. Edison’s electric lights even. But presently 
she heard them laughing, and their laugh was like 
the tinkling of little silver bells. It was so merry 
that she quite recovered from her fright, and peep- 
ing through her fingers she saw that they were 
playing Bo-peep with each other. 

‘ They are all at it all night, and have no end 
of fun. You know they are the Twinkles,’ said 
the old woman. 

“ ‘ Twinkles ! ’ echoed Christine. 


40 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


“ The old woman looked at her severely, and 
said, ‘ Yes, the family of Twinkles/ 

“ ‘ O — h ! the twinkle, twinkle little stars.’ 

“Yes, that is what they were, and the great 
shell of feathers was their cradle, and the funny 
little old woman their nurse.” 

“ Christine understood it all now. But just as 
she was ready to ask more about them, the 
nurse tightened her shawl, saying she must be 
off, as it was getting late, and there were more 
cobwebs to sweep down before sunset. 

“ During all of this time flocks of birds were 
flying about picking off feathers here and there, 
and adding it to their own plumage. 

“ Bright and Sparkle had been turned out, so 
now that Christine was rested, she tried her 
wings again, and flew to an island at a little 
distance, which had attracted her attention. 

“ In the centre of this island were two great 
white mountains, and between them a deep val- 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 4I 

ley. At the base of the mountains there were 
piles of rocks and little scrubby hills. 

“ Now, Edith, Fm sure you never can guess 
what this island was made of.” 

Edith did not try, for nobody could guess 
Lill’s stories, though like an answer to a conun- 
drum, it seemed as if any child might have 
thought of them after ’they were told. So Edith 
only laughed, and snuggled her head down against 
her sister’s shoulder saying, “ You tell.” 

The tone was so placid, that Lill exclaimed, 
“ Why, Edith, I believe you are going to sleep. 
But this will wake you. This island was made of 
candy — all the kinds of candy you ever saw in a 
confectioner’s shop. One of the white mountains 
was of cream candy. It was made up of strata 
after strata, as the geologist would say. It looked 
as if it had been formed by a volcano, as if the 
melted candy had been poured out of the top and 
run down the sides. The other mountain was an 


42 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


immense sugar-loaf. At the foot of the mountains 
were great piles of rock-candy, and in the valley 
were trees full of candied fruits.” 

“ Oh, my ! ” said Edith with her eyes now wide 
open, “ couldn’t the little girl take some home 
with her?” 

No,” replied Lill, “ I don’t think she could 
— though she did put some in her pocket, but 
there was a hole in it. 

“ One of the great blocks that Christine had 
thought was candy proved to be a castle, as she 
found upon looking at it more closely. It was 
as full of windows as the Escurial Palace, but 
though she looked closely she could find no door- 
way. And the windows were exceedingly odd, 
being moon-shaped — all the shapes in which the 
moon ever appears from the faintest hair-line of a 
crescent to the quarter moon, half moon, gibbous 
moon, and full moon. 

“Though it was not dark, a soft golden light 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 43 

fell upon the windows, and Christine grew more 
and more curious to see what was inside. But it 
was of no use for her to try to fly through them, 
for they were all shut tight, and being made of 
ground glass she could not even look in. How- 
ever, she did try one after another and bruised 
her wings in the attempts. After she had become 
so tired that she was about to give it up in 
despair, one of the full moon windows opened, 
and a man put his head out and looked at 
her. 

“ Christine made her prettiest bow, which was 
returned by one more profound. 

“ ‘ Please, sir, may I come in ? ’ she asked. 

“ ‘ I am Sir Oracle, and when I ope my lips let 
no dog bark ! ' was the funny reply to the re- 
quest. 

“ Christine could not understand it. If he had 
said let no bird sing, there would have been some 
sense in it under the circumstances. 


44 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


“ But though he seemed inhospitable, he was 
at least very willing to talk ; and continuing to 
look keenly at her, he said : 

“ ‘ Doubt thou the stars are fire — ’ 

“ Christine interrupted him, saying that she did 
doubt it, because those she had just seen were 
babies that had but one eye apiece, and they 
were lighted like the gas. 

“ At that the man threw the window-sash open 
and said, ‘Come in, for I welcome the coming, 
speed the parting guest. ’Tis my vocation.’ 
And then he added, ‘ You will observe I am the 
very pink of courtesy.’ 

“ The window proved to be very much smaller 
than it appeared, and as Christine attempted to 
follow the Man in the Moon — for she now 
knew it was he — both of her wings fell off, and 
looking back she saw them lying at the bot- 
tom of a deep well. For a moment she felt 
very sorry, but the great hall which she now en- 


FEATHER /SLA HD A HD CAHDY /SLA HD. 45 


tered was so beautiful, that she soon forgot all 
about it. 

“ ‘ I can call spirits from the vasty deep,' 
cheerfully remarked her host as he walked rest- 
lessly up and down the great hall. 

“ ‘ Can you, though,* said Christine. ‘ Let’s see 
you do it.’ 

“ But he evidently was not inclined to exert 
his powers, and in response to her request merely 
remarked, 

“ ‘ The time is out of joint ; but I know a hawk 
from a hand-saw.’ 

“ While Christine was wondering what marvel- 
lous deed he would boast of next, he whispered 
in a confidential tone, 

“ ‘ ril put a girdle round about the earth in 
forty minutes.’ 

“ She was about to ask what sort of a girdle 
it would be, when she heard a tremendous racket, 
and a door at one side of the hall flew open 


46 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


with a bang, admitting a fine red cow with golden 
horns. 

“ ‘ Adumblah,’ said the rnan, ‘ you should not 
make such a noise when you enter the room. 
It is, to say the least, unbecoming at your time 
of life to “play such fantastic tricks before high 
heaven.” ’ 

“ ‘ But I’m the cow that jumped over the 
moon,’ returned Adumblah, as if that were a suf- 
ficient excuse for all of her antics. Turning to 
Christine she remarked quite gravely, * I know 
you. You are Polly.’ 

“ Christine was about to explain that she was 
not Polly, that she had not the pleasure of Adum- 
blah’s acquaintance, and that it was all on ac- 
count of the swallow that she happened there at 
all, when Adumblah shook her head at her and 
lowered her horns in. such a threatening manner 
that she began to look about for some way of 
escape. 


F£A THER ISLAND AND CAND V ISLAND. 4/ 

“ ‘ Don’t run away,’ said Adumblah. ‘ Yor 
know you are Polly, and you may 

“ Put the kettle on, the kettle on, the kettle on, 

Polly put the kettle on and we’ll all take tea.” 

“ ‘ I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, than 
one of these same metre ballad-mongers,’ con- 
temptuously exclaimed the man, who was now 
walking up and down faster than ever, and swing- 
ing his arms with great vehemence. 

“The cow began to cry, ‘You needn’t always 
be throwing Shakspeare at me, for Mother Goose 
is immortal, too, and Polly here knows it. Don’t 
you, Polly ? ’ 

“ Christine said she knew Mother Goose very 
well, and thought it was a very nice book. She 
didn’t know Shakspeare at all, but thought it was 
the large book that lay on the parlor table. Then 
she tried to explain again that she was not Polly. 
But the cow shook her head at her, and she con- 


48 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


eluded that it would be the wiser plan to let that 
mistake go uncorrected. 

“‘You’re more than kin and less than kind.’ 

“ ‘ Adumblah,’ said the man severely, ‘ if you 
don’t behave yourself better, I’ll take your horns 
off,’ he added. 

“ The cow cried again, and between her sobs 
she said, ‘ But we haven’t had tea for a century, 
and I think Polly might put the kettle on.’ 

“ ‘ Why don’t you ask her properly, then,’ said 
the man. 

“ Adumblah said she would, and turning toward 
Christine she roared out in a voice which fairly 
shook the hall, ‘ Condescend, Mademoiselle Polly, 
to arrange the brazen vessel containing water over 
the flames.’ 

“ The man shook his head and said that would 
not do. 

“ The next time Adumblah spoke, her voice was 
less terrific, though the little moons in the roof 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 49 

still shook from the effects of it as she said, 
‘ Please, Miss Polly, place the tea-kettle over the 
fire.’ 

“ ‘ No, no,’ said the man impatiently, ‘ lower 
.still.’ 

“ ‘ A gentle low ? ’ asked the cow. 

The man nodded. 

‘“Very well. I’ll do it or die!” And to Chris- 
tine’s astonishment she began to grow smaller and 
smaller till she was no larger than a kitten, when 
she sang, in a very faint voice indeed, 

* “ Polly put the kettle on, the kettle on, the kettle on, 

Polly put the kettle on and we’ll all take tea.”’ 

“ ‘ I would put it on,’ replied Christine, who 
did not want to be disobliging, though she did 
not like to be called by the wrong name ‘if there 
were any kettle here.’ 

“ ‘ There are more things in heaven and earth, 
Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy,’ 


50 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


remarked the man, and then whistled as he cov • 
tinned his rapid walk. 

“ ‘ Hark ! there is Sirius,’ he exclaimed ; and 
Christine listening, heard the short, sharp bark of 
a dog, and a moment afterward a huge mastiff 
with diamond eyes sprang into the hall. He had 
a tea-kettle tied to his tail, which the man at once 
unfastened and placed in an easy-chair. As soon 
as the dog was rid of his burden he walked 
gravely up to Christine, extending his fore paw, 
and asking her to guess his name, adding, that 
though he was called Sirius it was a mistake. 

“ ‘ Perhaps your name is Rover, then ? ’ said 
Christine. 

‘“No. Guess again.’ 

“‘Maybe it’s Nero?’ 

“ ‘ That isn’t it. Do you give it up ? ’ 

“ Christine said she did. Then said the dog 
‘ I’ll tell you, “ My name is Norval ; on the Gram- 
pian Hills—” ’ 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 5 I 

“ ‘ Hear me,’ interrupted a voice ; and looking 
around they found that the cow had disappeared, 
and in its place was a large violin, inside of which 
was a cat, who now began to play and sing in a 
most screechy manner, 

“ Old Mother Hubbard, went to the cupboard 
To get her poor dog a bone.’* 

“ ‘ Stop that,’ called out the man, to Christine’s 
great relief. 

“ ‘ I was about to ask you if you knew what 
the moon was made of?’ continued the dog. 

Christine said she didn’t, and the dog insisted 
upon it that she should gue.ss. 

“ ‘ I have heard that it was made of green 
cheese, but I never believed it,’ said Christine. 

“ ‘ Well, it is,’ replied the dog. * I’ll give you 
a piece, if you’d like to try it.’ 

But Christine said she didn’t like cheese. 

The dog insisted that she should taste it, at 


52 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


any rate. He said she might try a very new 
moon, as they were the mildest, and admitted that 
the old moons were strong and not apt to be 
liked except by those who had cultivated a taste, 
for them. 

“ He went to a large ivory box at the side of 
the hall, where a great many moons were packed 
away, and was selecting one for Christine to taste 
of when the cat again cried out, 

“ ‘ Hear me ! ’ and began to sing, 

‘ “ Sing a song a sixpence a pocket full of rye, 

Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.”' 

“ ‘ Stop that,’ ordered the man, ‘ for I know a 
trick worth two of that.’ 

“ ‘ Do you take it with the right bower or with 
the joker ?’ asked the dog. 

‘“The little dogs and all. Tray, Blanch, and 
Sweetheart, see, they bark at me,’ replied the man, 
addressing himself to Christine. 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 53 

The dog whispered confidentially to her, ‘ The 
trouble is, he don’t know, and he never will guess. 
Now, can you tell me who killed Cock Robin ? ’ 

‘ “ It was the Sparrow, 

With his bow and arrow,” ’ 

she replied. 

“ ‘ That’s right. Now, who was it that -nipped 
off the maid’s nose?’ 

“ ‘ The blackbird.’ 

“ Christine was quite elated to find that she 
could answer the questions correctly, and felt very 
comfortable. But when he looked at her gravely, 
and asked how many swallows it took to make a 
summer, she began to tremble, and wondered if 
he knew she had dropped the swallow’s wings 
down the well outside the castle. And then she 
wondered what the poor swallow would do with- 
out his wings, and what he would say because she 
could not bring back any feathers. When the 


54 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


man who had opened the window again and was 
looking out called to them, ‘ Quick, quick ! stand 
not upon the order of your going but go at 
once.’ 

“ The fiddle had turned into Adumblah, the 
cow, once more, who now roared in a very loud 
voice, 

‘ “ Hi diddle, diddle, the cat’s in the fiddle, 

The cow jumped over the moon,” ’ 

and sprang up toward the roof, carrying it off with 
her on her back. 

“ The dog picked up the tea-kettle in his mouth, 
but he dropped it, and Christine saw that the floor 
opened and it went down to the bottom of the 
well, where the poor swallow’s broken wings were 
laying. The dog didn’t seem to mind, but 
stopped to ask her, before he bounded through 
the door, if she knew ‘ where the dish went when 
it ran away with the spoon ? ’ 

“ She was glad that he didn’t wait for an an- 


FEATIfER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. 55 

swer, for she couldn’t have told for the life of 
her. And she does not know to this day, for the 
dog disappeared and she never saw him again. 
She tried to go too, but found she couldn’t stir, 
for the ivory box containing the moons had been 
put down on her dress. She tried with all her 
might to push it off, for the castle walls were rap- 
idly disappearing, but it was so heavy that she 
could not move it at all. 

“‘Oh dear,’ she cried ‘what shall I do?’ 
and became more and more alarmed, as the walls 
had now all vanished, but a curved outline like 
the crescent of the new moon and only just a 
little bit of the floor where she was sitting was 
left. 

“ The man had drawn up close to the wall, 

too, so that she could only just see the profile of 

his face. But he whispered, ‘ If you have tears 

to shed, prepare to shed them now.’ And as 

Christine saw that he was looking up she looked 

) 


56 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


Up also, and saw that a Great Bear was coming 
toward them. The bear had a dipper on its back, 
its tail being the handle, and the dipper was so 
full of stars that they were dripping over the 
edges and scattering all about the bear’s path- 
way. Nearer and nearer came the bear, and 
more and more frightened Christine grew. 

“ ‘ Oh, if I could only go home,’ she cried. 
‘ Oh, mamma, mamma, why don’t you come ? ’ 
Then she gave one tremendous pull and wrenched 
her dress away from the box, and jumped over 
into the dark well, little caring where she went 
only to escape from the bear, that was now so 
very close to her that she was sure she felt his 
breath. 

“ ‘ Christine ! Christine ! ’ called an anxious voice. 

“ Christine rubbed her eyes. It was growing 
dusk in the barn, the swallows were quiet among 
the rafters, and the new moon was shining in at 
the open door. 


FEATHER ISLAND AND CANDY ISLAND. $7 

“ Her mother, who had just come home from 
a visit, was looking for her everywhere, and was 
now standing at the barn-door calling ‘ Christine ! 
Christine ! ’ 

“ ‘ Why, mamma,’ said the little girl, as she 
got up and walked to her, still rubbing her eyes. 
‘ I’ve been a swallow, and have been to the 
Cloud Islands.’ 

“ After she reached the house, she told of all 
she had seen and heard there, and everybody ac- 
knowledged that her adventures were very won- 
derful. They smiled as they said so, as if they 
too had at some time visited the Cloud Islands 
lying off the coast of Dreamland. 

“ But there was one old swallow who always 
winked his beady black eye whenever he saw 
Christine, and whatever other people might think, 
she knew that it was he who had lent her the 
wings. 

“ They began to call her * Birdie ’ after this, and 


58 


CLOUD ISLANDS. 


though they sometimes added but ' only a swal- 
low,’ she was as happy in the title as if a swal- 
low were the rarest of birds, to which neither a 
humming bird nor an eagle could hold a candle.” 

But how did the swallow find his wings ? ” 
asked Edith, when she found that Lill had fin- 
ished her story. 

“Well,” said Lill meditatively, “I believe he 
never did find them, but he got a new pair that 
were tucked away somewhere under the rafters.” 

Under the rafters, indeed ! Oh, Lill, I foresee 
that you will find many a quaint and curious 
parcel tucked away under the rafters. And when 
you do, I shall hope to be as I have been now 
— eaves-dropping. 


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had a merry Christmas frolic with the Tongs, Poker, 
Broom, etc. II. The Wanderings of a Little Lost Girl. 


LINDA ; or USER DAS MERE. 

By JVIrs. H. L. Crawford. Sq. 12mo., red edges $1 25 

Is larger than the “ Enchanted Library ” volumes, but is 
similar in character, being an account of a little girl’s travels 
abroad, and the wonderful sights she saw. 


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